Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.